Peanut never seizes to amaze me.
At 8 months she was clearly behind on her milestones, no crawling, no standing, no rolling over (that really concerned me, until the doctor told me she was too fat to roll over, HAHAHAHAHA), no teeth.
Nothing.
Nada.
Zilch.
And then when she hit 8.5 months she:
1) Turned over back to front and front to back.
2) Crawled.
3) Stood up unassisted.
4) Sprouted a tooth.
All in one day. ONE!
I think this girl takes after her dad in terms of ambition and drive, either she does nothing or she does it all.
She does not do half ass; oh let me crawl today and then get my teeth tomorrow and then maybe next month I’ll clap my hands and say Dada.
Now my peanut is ten months old and in true peanut fashion she sprouted three teeth yesterday. THREE if you were not paying attention the first time I said it.
She is just growing up too fast. She can climb the stairs now, which gives me anxiety attacks and I cannot leave her alone for one minute, which is steadily and surly making my sanity go away.
She can walk around holding sofas and tables.
She can say baba, mama, dada ,seedo, bird, oh – oh , wow , light (but in Arabic) , mum mum for food or drink (I am working on that one) and she can sign more and enough. She waves hello and goodbye and she claps her hands.
And she is sneaky this little one, I have a stack of magazines that she is just obsessed with, I tell her don’t touch, no no, she looks at me, wags her index finger, shakes her head, giggles and grabs them.
And she is officially the Michelin man now, no doubt about it. Seriously, I am embarrassed to tell you how much she weighs. Lets just say, if she could walk and had teeth you would think she’s 2 years old.
My little peanut, a hand-full, with a beautiful sparkle in her eye.
PS: My biceps are just HUGE.
PPS: Seriously, my arms have never been so fit in my life, pays off to carry the Michelin man around.
Here’s an illustration to help you visualize it.
PPPS: I am making rice right now and for some reason it’s just not happening. It’s sticky. But tastes good at least.
The End
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